and dissy and mic and whoever said I wont win holler :)

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I'm standin pissed yo..
F*** canada..
I'd rather chill wit T dot O in san francisco..
Man this kid blows..
I was really hopin for comp, shit.. I'd rather battle krysto..
But I heard the stipulations..
Goin north of the border's only good in serges situation..
Leave ya drowin in doubt..
I'll cut you up, then stuff this joey down in a pouch..
Be by yourself when I'm steppin to you..
Since you follow trax more than a detective would do..
Look.. its hard to see tho..
Why you name yaself castro? you ain't even part latino..
And crews? thought I'd mention that..
F*** check mate, you're wack.. no questions asked..
M-I-C.. all ya vets is ass...
So old, I thought y'all had alzheimers.. forget the past..
Want ya verses, better check the trash..
Cuz y'all look like quarters pounders in a sig next to Mac..
Watch what I bring to ya set..
Keepin runnin ya mouth, so ya head don't stay to big for ya neck..
You's a fag with ya known homies..
Always got hydro up in ya mouth but you dont smoke weed..
I hope this boy'll see..
We think ya f***in chin's so big, you should pay dough royalties..
You know my two sprays domes..
To make yours retractable, like the blue jays home..
My enemy's a renouned farse..
And Mic dies and comes back to life more than kenny from south park..